She is naked.
But warm. The room is so, so very warm. Her skin is glistening. Her breath coming in short, gasping bursts. A smile in the darkness. She can barely see his face but he is definitely smiling.
Of course he is.
But her back is a little…cold.
Pinned against the wall, his hand on her throat. She can barely breathe. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan. Fingers tighten a little as fingertips are pressed into her neck…blood rushes to her head as between her legs she is flooded with arousal.
His naked body he pushes against her, pinning her even more forcefully to the wall. She can feel his hard, urgent need against her belly, moist, probing and promising much for the hours to come.
She finally catches her breath in her throat, realises he must loosen his grip for now and gently moves his hand down, resting it between her breasts so he can feel her heart racing like a thudding, banging hammer in her chest, as though it is reaching out to him, aching to be where it belongs… in his hands.
They stare at each other in the darkness, both breathing heavily. They rest their foreheads against each other’s as he places his other hand on her cheek, pushes it into her hair and grips so …very…tightly. “Oh my god…” she breathes.
He leans in. She closes her eyes in aching, wet anticipation as he places his warm lips against her ear. Shivers feverishly sprint from her neck, down her back, and between her legs making her gasp and whisper his name in the midnight darkness.
“Baby,” he says gently. “I am going to fuck you so hard right now and you are going to shut your mouth and take it,” he whispers as he traces his tongue over her earlobe.
“Yes baby,” she manages to utter as she throbs and aches with hot juices of unbearable desire and agony.
“Do you want that,” he asks with his lips resting against hers. Their bodies now pressed against each other, moving slowly with the need building between them as flaming embers softly scorch their skin. Her hands travel over his flesh, stroking every inch of his body she can reach.
She cradles the back of his neck gently with one hand.
She places her mouth on his, bites his bottom lip. His hands tighten their hold on her waist and in her hair.
“Yes.” She breathes finally. In one firm, fast movement he turns her around and presses her cheek against the wall, covering her mouth with his hand while she sharply breathes in at the sensual force of this erotic motion.
He licks her neck, devours the flesh there as she moans her pressed lips against his hand and breathes into her ear,
Hope everyone has a beautiful, inspiring, love – filled 2019.